had clutched him with utter abandon, moaning their pleasure, desperate for more, but none had ever affected him like this. Why, he didnât know.
No longer could he delude himself, even slightly, into thinking that any other woman would have done. It was her he wanted. Her specifically. Aleaha. The fierce glow in her eyes, the sharpness of her wit. The challenge of winning so strong a prize. What would she look like when she smiled? How carefree would her laughter sound?
He had to know.
Finally, it was time to move everyone into the permanent home. It had better security and was in a livable location. Yes, they would be more easily spotted by AIR, which had, thank the blessed sea, failed to find his hideaway on the outskirts, but it was worth the risk. He planned to contact them soon anyway, and start the bargaining process at last.
By the time the prisoners were taken care of, night had fallen. Breean returned to the wasteland with half of his forces. He couldnât contain his eagerness as he entered the house and walked down the crumbling hallway to gather Aleaha. What would he find? The blond goddess or the dark-haired vixen? Eagerness to match his own or anger?
He was actually shaking with anticipation as he unlocked Aleahaâs door. I wonât bed her until she begs for it, he vowed. After what sheâd already given him, nothing else would be acceptable. The hinges creaked open, and he stepped inside. She stood in front of the bed, watching him warily, pale hair dancing around her shoulders.
His heart thundered in his chest. In arousal, yes, but also in disappointment. Heâd wanted the vixen.
She wore the T-shirt and jeans heâd brought her, and the material hugged her body nicely.
âNothing to say?â he asked, feeling tongue-tied himself. Never had he wanted something so badly. Never had he had to tread so carefully.
She arched a brow, as stubborn as ever. âWhat about, and stop me if youâve heard this one, let me go. Let my friends go.â
So. She still meant to resist him. He revealed no hint of his frustration. âYou will stay with me. Your friends . . . maybe.â
âWhy keep us? Youâre going to destroy us anyway. Thatâs why youâre here, right?â
He frowned. âWhat do you mean, I plan to destroy you?â
âWhy else would you be here?â Every word was layered with disgust. âIâve been thinking about it, since thatâs the only thing to do here, and Iâve decided youâre here to prepare the way for that stupid queen.â
âWhat are you talking about? I have no queen.â Not anymore. Apparently, the Rakan queen had beenone of the first females to succumb to the disease. She had killed her own husband. Her own children.
Aleaha studied him, her expression pensive. âI know youâre not ill since I bit you and havenât exhibited any symptoms, and I know youâre Rakan rather than Schön, but why else would you have come to Earth if not to help the Schön queen? An alien was interrogated recently and revealed that warriors would be arriving that night in the forest with the sole desire of clearing a path for the Schön queen. Then boom, you arrive. You take out AIR. Whatâs that if not clearing a path?â
Everything inside him locked down. First in panicânot again, he couldnât put his men through that againâand then in rage. âSchön? You expected those vile Schön?â
âYes. Weâd already killed a few of them, and you and yours wonât be any different.â
âWe would never help them. We hate them.â Mouth suddenly dry, he pivoted on his heel, exited the room, and locked the door behind him. He was trembling again, but this time it had nothing to do with desire.
âHey,â he heard her call. âIf we were mistaken about your race, itâs possible we were mistaken about you following the Schön
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